Posted March 28, 2020, 11:44 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Trax Elbrun Suder (Chief Medical Officer) (David Robinson Jr)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Trax Elbrun Suder (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Elsewhere - Mother Son Bonding Time?
Posted by Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Elsewhere - Mother Son Bonding Time?
[snip]Finishing his work as the ship went to dock, the Cardassian turned seeing Trax trying to wiggle out of the restraints, which didn’t give much in their budging. Snorting some in amusement the Doctor came over to Trax and tightened them down a bit more. “..Wouldn’t want you wiggling free before your dear Mother and her followers get to see you right? Hang in there..” he said with amusement in his voice and sarcasm behind it. “..I’m sure they’ll be here shortly to spend some quality time..” he said picking up two vials from his work table then after turning back around. One was the blood sample and the other likely the bone marrow sample. Without another word he left leaving Trax alone to himself in the medical room.
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Trax was feeling down now and losing himself in despair and hopelessness. He would never see anyone he knew again. His friends his imzadi and what family that supported him even when his mother was wrong. As a single tear fell from his eyes. As he closed then wishing for death now than to deal with the torment or possible torture from the doctors and his mother. He knew to scream and attempting to get free was a futile effort. Being borg was a better choice as he felt his heart die more for even thinking of such things. ~Damn you mother!~ He thought as he attempted to lock down his mind down completely. Closing off all thoughts and impressions from the others. He tried to fall into his sub meta conscious mindscape for protection. If his mind collapses on himself at least he had what love he had from the ones that cared for him to attempt to comfort him before his death.
Lt Jg Trax Suder - CMO
It was perhaps 20 minutes later when Trax’s intense inner protective barriers got interrupted by the door opening and the sound of not one pair of feet but....20? were soon heard. When he would deem to open his eyes there were indeed 20 people! All Betazed, 19 of them were younger in age, perhaps late teens to early 20s they were garbed in a strange floral pattern like robe that seemed to trigger memories of old stories of ancient Betazed worship practices but the exact details of which were lost to him at the moment. Among these 19, 8 were women, and another 11 were men. Standing though at the forefront of those mass of young people who eyed Trax with an almost worshipful like ‘awe’ of perception was Trax’s Mother. Her dress state was also of this same floral robe pattern but of finer material as would befit her station, he could never recall her wearing such in the past though!
Her smile to him was one part motherly, and another part almost endearing, a strange mixture from what she might normally show when he had last met her or talked to her. Her hair was done up in a pair of twin buns topped with a single pair of thing metal like pins about 4 inches long and a quarter inch thick. Weaving patterns of some kind of runic symbols of ancient Betazed language were adorned on them. Topping the left side of her ear was a white flower that he didnt reconize but seemed to be looped about her ear by a small golden piece of jewelry.
The procession as his Mother waved a hand to her left, moved in that direction. The 19 onlookers laid out a small fold-able table complete with carried small containers of food and drink. All the while the younger 19 would slip glances of awe and wonder again at Trax for some mysterious reason he couldnt fathom, coupled with this was his ability to sense them was quite muted, what little he could get out of them was equal to their stare, simple emotional feelings of awe and wonder about him.
”..Oh my dear baby! My child my little boy. Look at you…” His mother said tsk tsking softly. “..I do hope those Orions I hired to bring you here did not rough you up too badly yes? And look at how thin you are!” She said patting down his arms and side. “..All skin and bones! Does Starfleet not feed you properly!” She said in admonishment. Her speech and manner would likely be confusing if not out right almost alien to Trax he was though pretty sure it was truly his mother. What muted sense of emotions and thoughts did convey this to him. She looked on expectantly then as if waiting for an answer to her questions.
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Trax really did not want to talk or see his mother. but he was polite enough to look her direction but not directly at her. He really did not care about the others in the room so far they were no threat to him other than feeling a bit creeped out by there aweness to him. “I am fine.” Trax spoke but wanted to say more but there was too much of an audience. as his dry voice gave hoarseness to his voice now. “I never had issues with Starfleet and the Alliance. Sadly they treat me better than you do.” Trax said as a matter of fact tone. He tried to see if he saw anyone familiar in the crowd of people with his mother now. And he knew he was being tortured by her even if it was subtle and pleasant. This was out of character for her even Trax saw that but he did not feel she was controlled in any way. All he could do is look away from her now. He was not in any mood to answer any more questions. As he thought of his Imzadi And the ambassador not knowing if they were alive or not along with any of the crew of the Ark Angel. As he fell deeper into despair as his heart and mind were breaking. He now wished he was dead by now. As one lonely tear fell on his cheek on the far side not being seen by his mother.
Lt Jg Trax Suder- CMO
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